Eight Barred Rocks - Prologue
The first chapter of a story I've been writing.
The first chapter of a story I've been writing.
When I was first brought into the boathouse, the outside world was different. The rowers were different, the clothes they wore were different, the oars they used were different, and the waters of the lake were clearer.
~Don’t be a Mark~
The Girl
I saw her today and stopped her.
She has brown eyes. She is the best. My best friend, QQQ-1239. I shifted uncomfortably in front of her.
The floorboard creaks as I tiptoe to my seat, eager to watch the first time children meet.
IZIMA
Be careful, Izima.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Dinner.
Dinner.
Dinner.
This.
This.
This.
Messy.
Messy.
Messy.
BONG. BONG. BONG. Three o'clock and all's well, I thought, peering out the front windshield of taxi 38, the black-and-yellow 2018 Toyota I've been carting New Yorkers around in every day for five years. Everybody knows me.
IZIMA
Be careful, Izima.
Looking in the mirror, I am awakening. Have I always needed so much makeup to conceal my eye bags? I am in a haze, and I am off to work, and it is too early in the morning.